I wont attach my hancock to these scribbled word.
I only look inwards when the feeling is simmered hurt.
I spewed enough venom to see the damage prevented me from healing her.
Praying the angels still think of me when they walk the earth. 
I could use a guadian to guide me far away from my worst.
Running from myself is the only time I end up first.

I know God probsbly reads these verses.

Post s:

Have you ever been less than?

Less than someone’s best experiences? Less than their happiest? Less than their most exciting love?

I have.

I am.

I live with not being good enough everyday. I’m just not worth it.

Most days the weight of this heartbreak swallows me. Most days I have no energy to pull through.

🙂 🙂 :).